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Wedgwood went down to the police-station early next morning, all ready and equipped for his journey into Derbyshire. He had thought out his plan of campaign the previous evening; although it was now so late in the year he would go to Netherwell in the character of a leisured tourist, put up at the best inn he could find, look round him, keep eyes and ears open, and trust to luck to hit on something that had to do with his proper business. Experience had taught him that luck had a good deal to do with success in his profession—you heard a chance remark here; you saw a significant thing there; it was up to you after seeing one or hearing the other to take advantage of what you had heard or seen. And in this case he felt sure that he was going where things were almost certain to be seen and heard: John Wraypoole had just been there; John Wraypoole had made some discovery there—now it was his, Wedgwood's, job to find out the nature of that discovery.

The inspector met him as he walked into the